Say it
ship: Tarlos | fandom: 911 Lone Star | author: chaotictarlos | read on ao3
Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: m x m smut, bondage, degrading language, degradation, anal sex, oral sex, blow jobs, dirty talk, This fic is sponsored by Rafael's Gym Selfie
Author's Note: Rafael posted a gym selfie, I lost my shit, and then proceeded to write 4,000 words. Thank you to @detective-giggles for being my beta on this one.
Set in the same universe as Take me Apart
for @meditating-honey-badger and the twp discord who yelled at me to write this.
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When TK’s phone vibrates in his pocket mid-shift he’s not expecting to open it to a picture of his husband being a whore.
[Carlos] *image attached* Getting a workout in, hope your shift is going well.
Carlos looks good, of course, he does and it’s annoying.
He’s standing in front of a mirror, lockers, and a hallway behind him so TK knows that he’s using the public gym that’s located down the street from their loft and not working at home - like he normally does. Carlos goes to the gym when he wants attention and TK isn’t around to give him any.
Carlos is shirtless - it makes TK want to scream - and his body is shiny with sweat. Chest hair curly and clinging to his skin, cross necklace golden and sticking to his neck, and his arms. He’s clearly just finished working out because his veins are so prominent they make TK’s mouth water. His arms are thick, pecks perky, and his nipples are hard… everything about the picture makes TK want to ruin him.
The more he stares at it, the more things he sees that he likes.
Such as, Carlos’ shorts are pulled down below the dip of his hips, showing off the nice ‘v’ he has going on. TK knows, without a shadow of a doubt, that Carlos has pulled his shorts down on purpose to take the picture. If TK looks closer, he can see the firm outline of Carlos’ cock and know that he’s not wearing any underwear.
He wants TK to call him out on it. It’s what Carlos does when he’s in a particular mood. He can never just ask for what he wants.
He has to make a show out of it.
TK loves it, though, even if he complains about it.
[TK] Are you really working out? Or are you out being a slut?
[Carlos] You would know if you weren’t working.
[TK] I’m going to fake a heart attack to come home and treat you like the slut you’re being.
[Carlos] Please do.
[TK] Being wearing exactly that when I get home from shift tonight.
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